JOURNAL ENTRY | DAY 49

[possemagnet]

Overalls - cute.

I can't tell if that's a stab at my smarts or where I'm from.

Has anyone seen Sam or Cas?

Tall sasquatchian dude with chick hair and a nerdy guy that's perpetually wearing a trench coat.

Let me know.

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[a_tricky_one]

I haven't seen either of them.

But apparently I'm living at a nice cozy house with a couple other people, now?

Not exactly sure what this 'Tricky Delivery' uniform is about.

Although, I can guess. And I'm thinking your overalls, Billy Bob, are because you've got a job related to them. Maybe you've got a job shoveling shit?

I'm sorta surprised they didn't make me a janitor.

[possemagnet]

It just slays you that you might be able to relate to me, huh?

That's why squared away with Lucifer- isn't it?

It wasn't Sam, or you riding in on any steed- I got under your skin.

[a_tricky_one]

[there isn't a response for a minute or so.]

Yes, you're exactly like a flesh eating parasite. How astute of you.

there are so many typos in my life right now. 8(

[possemagnet]

You made a choice.

Stop being a baby and just own it.

/hugs. that's okay, I'm sure I have a bajillion of them!

[a_tricky_one]

Fine.

You're the reason I'm fucking dead. Happy now?

/smoosh

[possemagnet]

Nice try, champ, but I'm not the only reason you went in there.

You can't blame your death on me.

[a_tricky_one]

Sure, I can! You're the one who brought it up. Consider it official. I blame you.

[possemagnet]

Sure- Okay.

I'll just put one more angelic notch on my bed post.

I skewered your brother too, you might remember him as Zachariah.

[a_tricky_one]

Don't talk to me about murdering my brothers, Dean. Or I'll start talking about skewering Sam.

[possemagnet]

You don't have the guts.

You're still angel, and you can't kill out of spite without remorse.

[a_tricky_one]

So, I'll just be really sad about it afterwards.

[possemagnet]

Look- you're acting like a goddamn twelve year old.

Get over it.

Do you KNOW how many times I died for your Dad's plan?

Be thankful it was only once.

[a_tricky_one]

Fine. You want the truth? You've got it.

I sacrificed myself. On purpose. For you. And for the entirety of the human race. Because my brothers aren't ever going to stop going at each other wherever they are.

Because I was done with hiding. And because I am just so goddamn tired of this shit! Only, it doesn't matter, because here I am alive and forced to talk to you about why I fucking did it!

[possemagnet]

What do you want, a pat on the back?

[There's about fifteen minutes of blank page right now. Dean's got his own issues with this place, but unlike Gabriel he's not going to vocalize it.]

You know what, fine, I give.

You helped- a lot. It was your damn plan and info that resolved everything.

There you go.

There's some validation. You obviously need that.

- You should stop by the bar for a round.

Who knows- I might even be there.

[Scrawled out, tiny, barely readable.] P.S. You were the must dweeb-y awkward little kid.

[a_tricky_one]

Go fuck yourself, Dean.

[As if Gabriel needed reminded of that little kid incident.]

And that was pre-Fall me. When I was bright eyed and bushy tailed and all my brothers loved each other and that actually meant something.

[possemagnet]

You could win the gold medal in the Olympics of bitching.